Luyện nghe bài hát Light Pollution

John A. was a good man
He to loan me books and mic stands
He even got me a
To the Socialist

Listening to records in his
Old folk about the government
It's love of money not the
He said fuckers push on you

And yells, it don't cry
sells will decide
But there's no hell you die
So don't look so

He got a life, lost his day job
Pushing papers, swinging
Anything to a function
Or to occupy time

You gotta this living somehow
You're good as dead without a bank
But it's how alive he has felt down
In that line

With all that at his feet
The of piss in the street
All of that filthy
For the way feeling

Don't
worry
Don't

The billboards
The flags they
The anthem's loud
The baseball was letting out

And all at
You saw the dust and
Every sound
Got in his truck and around

Drove out through the crowd and the
Drove out that center mall
Drove out past that sickening
Out past that fenced in

And maybe he lost
with the radio
But I bet the stars so close
At the end

At the end
At the end
At the end
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